Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.